Hadron is gone.

When he left, he didn't tell me about his brother, nor did he tell any of his friends. Except for his father and mother, no one knows how this happy child left after suffering from cancer.

He walked very lonely.

Three weeks after Qiangzi's death, a friend happened to tell me that he was seriously ill, and I called home to ask my father. His father told him that he was already in the ground.

In this life, I will never see him again.

At that moment, I burst into tears. I thought that after countless losses, I had become numb, but it was only at this time that I realized that I was still fragile.

I used to laugh and speak of the mercy of death, but when he really raised his scythe and harvested my closest brother, I realized that our youth was so frivolous and so powerless.

Tears kept dripping, and every line was full of memories.

It's as if, at the beginning, he was bullied, and I stepped forward to help, but I couldn't touch it when I reached it.

The anger of renunciation, these are the words of Mr. Lu Xun, and now, I know the sadness of renunciation.

What is Pain in the Skin? What is the pain of scraping bones? I don't know, but I know it's a tangible pain, and you know where it hurts.

But now? This kind of pain seeps out densely from the bone marrow, fills the body, runs through the heaven and earth, where is the pain??? I can't catch it, I can't scratch it, but it really exists, making you want to cry without tears, making you choke and silent.

When Qiangzi left, his father said: You are taking an exam, so I didn't tell you, for fear that you would be distracted.

Yes, I'm in the exam now! I wasn't distracted! However, the affection for life, for this kind of brotherly affection, how can it be compared with an exam??? Whose sorrow is this?

My brother's death is not as good as a fucking B exam!! I can't compare to it, I scribble something on the roll!!

I hate !!!!!! I really hate!!!!!

Hadron!!! You fool!! Stupid thing!! I told you not to drink! Don't skip meals too often! Why are you disobedient?

You this.... You this.... You Bagaya Road!!

I finally knew why the eulogy was not very long...... It's true...... (Hadron was 20 years old when he died.) ）

——Layers of old thoughts, dots and rows of needles and threads.

There is a spring breeze that blows on the face, why is the grave playing paper money?

I want to hold on to hatred and ask the sky, and the drizzle is speechless.

The cups of liquor turned into notes, fell into the Yellow Spring, and never disappeared.